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Narration 3: First blood
Considering himself rather sneaky, Mettuar moved around the building outside, giant neon letters glowing above him. Little did he know he was being watched, surveillance cameras tracked his movements as he went into the building, little boxes with pictures of various characters all around him, large monitors with controllers dangling off them. He wore a grin as he planted his bomb next to the counter, however, the grin soon faded. The feeling of cold steel pressed against the back of his head. The little black mage turned around, eyes widened.
"...What kind of strategy is this, to send you alone into the den..." a massive figure in black muttered, The general's eyes seemed to light up with these words, his scruffy face breaking into a smile, a pair of glasses glistening in the light. Mettuar dived to the side, his bomb incomplete, he started running as fast as he could. The large man following him, the shotgun still cocked, he shot once, several games took the shelling for the small mage. He peaked out around the rack, the man still stood there. A grin sitting on his dark face, Mettuar booked it to the right, several more rounds riddled the walls, the small mage was in a panic now, he threw his pickaxe at the man, however he caught it, throwing it right back, piercing his shirt and pinning him to the wall. "Now... let this be a message to the crimson dogs"
The last thing Mettuar heard was the clicking as the pin struck the back of the shotgun shell.
Mettuar the miner has been made example..
Same sat on the edge of the massive vehicle, a small device in his hand, a red button on top, he pushed down on it. A massive shell flew out of the barrel, it smashed into the building. Flames flickered through the tent like material, hitting some of the booze, setting off miniature explosions. Same frowned as he heard nothing come from the flaming building. No screams, no people running. "Well this has been a waste of time." he muttered.
Some property damage has occurred
The massive marble sign that had Zeph spray painted on it sat before the two. Kroatz looked around, his comrade Jabberwalky walked along side the giant vehicle. He frowned, "There's nobody here." Kroatz muttered, Jabberwalky nodded.
"Well if this isn't boring..." the massive barrel aimed at the sign. "Might as well get some fun out of it." Kroatz fired.
This is why Zeph can't have nice things.
The fire crackled in the flaming garbage can. 1337 shot at it, nobody ran out from behind it. In fact there was nobody around for miles probably. After reloading, he decided to sit down, a strange aroma drifted through the air.
Is someone burning hobos?
Garbonzobean made her way to the giant wooden fortification that was Hark's. The cat man stood above, sword rammed into the wood, foot up on the hilt, sitting as if he was Captain Morgan. "Welcome to the awesome that is Hark's super fortress!" Hark boomed triumphantly, Garbonzobean just nodded and waited for him to open the gate.
Garbonzobean has joined Harkovast
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